Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The Neck was humanity's best chance of stopping the White Walkers, and the Allied Forces poured all their energy, manpower, financial resources, and materials into stopping them there.

"They had thought the Neck would be Westeros's second 'Wall of Despair,' an impregnable natural defense that gave them boundless hope."

"However, they did not expect that after actually encountering the White Walkers, this seemingly impenetrable defense would be as fragile as a piece of paper."

Tetsu Nestos, the manager of the Braavos Iron Vault, wrote this in his memoir.

He was Braavos's plenipotentiary representative, responsible for handling the loan between the Iron Throne and the Iron Treasury. At the same time, he was also the most important landowner in the Allied camp, so he could personally experience, see, and hear many secrets that were not disclosed to the outside world.

His observations and assessments of events on the continent of Westeros would naturally be relayed back to Braavos, becoming the basis for Lord Aquaman's decisions.

According to Tetsu Nestorth's assessment, Westeros has reached a critical juncture of life and death.

The White Walkers breaking through the Neck Marsh means that the morale of the Allied forces is on the verge of collapse. If King's Landing falls, Westeros will likely be close to complete fall as well.

The year 293 of the Aegonian calendar was New Year's Day, but for the Baratheon dynasty it was known as 'Conquest Year' 293.

In despair, the allied forces fought a desperate battle on New Year's Day, with their backs to the Green Fork River and the Twins.

They even abandoned their previous strategy of strict defense and launched a desperate charge against the legion of the dead.

Countless knights from various families, clad in gleaming armor and wielding sturdy shields and spears, charged to the front lines.

"kill!"

On the banks of the Green Fork River, shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth.

Robert Baratheon, as King of the Seven Kingdoms, ignored everyone's advice this time and personally charged ahead with his warhammer in hand.

With the king leading the charge, the remaining nobles of the seven kingdoms naturally had no face to retreat to the rear.

Eddard Stark also stayed by his brother's side. Stannis, the king's younger brother, did not abandon his brother and flee back to Dragonstone. The Riverlands, the Vale Knights, the Westerlands soldiers, the Reach, and so on...

The allied soldiers, fighting for their homeland, displayed several times their potential and courage in this desperate situation. It was a fight to the death; if they failed, the hopes of the seven nations would be dashed.

However, courage can never overcome absolute power.

Looking down from above the clouds through the white snow, the number of ghouls and soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance on the ground was completely disproportionate.

Moreover, the number of ghouls is still increasing, and the figures of allied soldiers are falling one by one. The extremely exaggerated balance of power is still being eroded and shrank at an exponential rate.

Blood stained the frozen river surface, and shattered ice blocks rushed through the icy water. Corpses lay scattered on the riverbank.

Old Marquis Frey stood on the bridge over the Twins, his eyes finally filled with despair as he gazed at the distant battlefield. He then released his grip and fell into the Green Fork River, intending to end his life.

bang——

However, the old Marquis Frey's body did not shatter the hard river ice; instead, the back of his head slammed heavily onto the ice, creating a shallow white crater.

The blood gushing from the back of his head quickly stained the ice red, but his body was not quite dead yet. He struggled slightly, and his dull, yellowish old eyes stared unfocused at the sky.

However, at this moment...

Suddenly, a loud roar from a giant dragon echoed from the distant horizon, quickly spreading in all directions.

The Night King, riding behind the army of the dead, suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky, the icy blue flames burning in his eyes flickering rapidly.

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Chapter 391 Divine Soldiers Descend from the Sky

"Ho-"

The dragon's roar carried far through the sky, and the king, nobles, and allied soldiers who were fighting the ghouls on the ground all looked up at the sky.

They had not heard the roar of the dragons before; such a sound had vanished from the land of Westeros for a hundred years, only to reappear now.

Robert.

What is that sound?

Eddard Stark, wielding the Valyrian steel sword Frost, cleaved a wight in two with a single blow. He was slightly out of breath, his body covered in blood, whether from the wight or the Allied soldiers, it was unclear.

King Robert, standing beside the Duke of Winterfell, was also panting heavily, exhaling white mist.

bang——

He then swung his warhammer, smashing the head of one ghoul to pieces, and with a backhand swing, he struck another ghoul in the chest, sending him flying. Blood stained his beard and splattered his cheeks.

He also heard a huge roar coming from above, exhaled a puff of white mist, then stopped fighting and looked up at the sky.

Unfortunately, the banks of the Green Fork River are currently experiencing a violent blizzard, with heavy snowflakes falling continuously.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in white, with very low visibility, making it impossible to see what was happening in the sky above.

"I don't know what that sound is."

Robert was panting heavily, his chubby face still flushed, and then he shook his head.

"It can't get any worse..."

He was just about to say that things couldn't get any worse, but at that moment, the roar of the giant dragon above his head rang out again, shaking his soul. This time it was even closer, as if it were ringing out right above the battlefield.

This time, on the ground battlefield, all the nobles and allied soldiers, including Robert and Eddard, saw what it was.

Call ~

The biting winter wind howled, and a massive, indistinct figure was rapidly traversing the raging snowstorm. It spread its enormous wings, tearing through the white world, and its sky-covering body squeezed in.

"Ho-"

The dragon's roar was deep and suppressed, piercing through the thick clouds and snow and carrying for a great distance. Its scarlet eyes looked down at the dense army of ghouls on the ground.

The young dragon knight, seated atop the dragon's back, was clad in silver Valyrian steel armor, with a crimson longsword at his waist.

He wasn't wearing a helmet; it was hanging to the side. His long, silver-gold hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a clean and handsome face.

This young knight is none other than Viserys Targaryen, the 'Young Dragon Lord' who has traveled all the way from Pentos.

"We're a little late."

He looked down at the battlefield below.

The expeditionary force of the Seven Kingdoms split into two groups. Viserys personally led more than 20,000 Dothraki Roaring Warriors, preparing to land at White Harbor as planned, to support the allied forces stationed at Kalin Bay and jointly attack the White Walkers.

The other army, the Golden Company, with over ten thousand mercenaries, was led by another 'Dragon King' of House Targaryen, the eldest princess of the new dynasty, Rhaenys Targaryen.

However, the plan was well-formulated. The first Targaryen army, including logistics support and laborers, totaling 40,000 men, left Pentos, and countless warships filled the sea as they sailed in a mighty procession toward Westeros.

However, the battle plan was disrupted before it could be executed. Viserys did not expect the Allied forces to be defeated so quickly at the Gulf of Calim. The Neck, as a huge natural barrier separating the north and south of Westeros, was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The Allied forces' defeat was too swift and directly disrupted Viserys's plan.

He had been adrift at sea for almost a month when he received the message: his more than 20,000 Slarks had successfully landed at White Harbor, but it had been reduced to ruins.

However, the few remaining ghouls at White Harbor were no match for the 20,000 brave and skilled nomadic cavalrymen. They were humiliated and mocked, and were torn apart by five horses.

Some of the wights were even captured alive. The Dothraki were natural-born cavalrymen, riding their horses and using their superb horsemanship to outmaneuver the wights.

Then, using the lasso technique, he precisely and accurately looped the rope around the necks of the ghouls, capturing a group of living ghouls.

These ghouls, under Viserys's arrangement, were loaded into wooden cages and dragged onto the warships.

Viserys planned to send them back to Pentos and ask Dr. Marwin to investigate and see if he could find any other undiscovered weaknesses of the wights.

Or to give the Legionnaires who haven't yet boarded their ships to Westeros some mental preparation for the kind of enemy they will face in the future.

However, these wights are not zombies infected with the T-virus. The other humans who were bitten to death turned into wights because of the White Walkers' magic. Therefore, Viserys was not worried about what bad things would happen if these wights were brought to Pentos.

"The rest can be used to open a zoo in the city of Pentos and exhibit these ghouls to the public."

"Collect some entrance fees."

After landing at White Harbor, 20,000 Dothraki settled in the deserted, once bustling city. White Harbor suffered minimal damage and was immediately taken over by the Targaryen army.

After settling everything upon landing in Westeros, Viserys abandoned his army and rode alone on a dragon to the south of the Neck, the main battlefield between the allied forces and the White Walkers.

They arrived just in time for this decisive battle.

...

Call ~

The wind howled past Viserys' ears, and his long, silver-gold hair fluttered in the wind.

His hands gripped the saddle rings tightly, and he narrowed his violet eyes slightly to keep the wind and snow out of them as Viserys gazed at the chaotic battlefield below.

"The situation is not good."

The situation on the battlefield is very clear: the allied forces are in dire straits, and defeat or even total annihilation is only a matter of time.

"They can't all die yet."

Therefore, Viserys did not hesitate for long and steered Bellerion to dive down.

"Ho-"

A desolate dragon roar came from high above, and the enormous dragon spread its wings and swooped down towards the ground, followed by a crimson sea of ​​fire descending from the sky.

"Dragon Flame—"

Viserys sat on the dragon's back, his face tense, and spoke in a low voice in High Valyrian.

boom--

next second.

A dazzling pillar of fire crashed down from the sky, instantly engulfing the ghouls running on the ground.

Rumbling--

Bellerion flapped his wings and flew forward, his dragon flames crashing against the ground, relentlessly pushing forward.

It was like slicing open a cake, carving out a long trench in the dark, endless horde of ghouls.

Countless ghouls howled towards the sky amidst the surging dragon flames before collapsing.

The pressure on the coalition soldiers was instantly reduced significantly.

Chapter 392 Confronting the Night King

"dragon!"

"It's a dragon!"

The allied forces, already facing a desperate situation with their backs to the wall, were initially slightly taken aback by the sudden arrival of reinforcements. However, they quickly realized what was happening and shouted loudly.